❣️ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 | 𝐤.𝐣𝐢 ❣️

☁️ 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 ☁️

(A/N: Hey there! Just wanted to say there's a mild makeout scene in this chapter. I personally don't think it's that bad, but this is just a bit of a heads up just in case. Anyway, hope you enjoy!)

{Y/N POV}

I wake up with a pounding headache and stinging, swollen eyes. Great, another weird dream to top this all off. I pick up my phone from my nightstand. 6:48 A.M... and no messages from him. I don't know how I feel about that.

Come on Y/N, he never deserved you. Don't get upset over him, it's all over now. Move on.

I just sigh and push myself off my bed, grabbing my phone and crutches from leaning against the nightstand. I crutch to my bathroom and flick the light switch. Good God, I look rough; mascara streaks on my cheeks, frizzy, tangled curls, and wrinkly clothes. I was so upset last night that I didn't even bother changing clothes or anything, just plopped right on my bed and cried until I fell asleep.

I step in the shower— with my leg sticking out— and the warm droplets pound against my tense skin and soak my curls. I lather myself in a sweet-smelling body wash and my hair in shampoo and conditioner. I stand in there for, well, I'm not sure how long, but I'm sure it must have been a while because I suddenly feel the the water turn cold.

Damn, I used up all the hot water. I get out of the tub, dry myself in a big, soft towel, diffuse my curls, and slip a bonnet over my head. After I brush my teeth, I crutch back to my room, wearing a new set of PJ's. When I reach my room, I notice a note on my door:

"Annyeong sweetie! 괜찮아? (1) You
seemed upset when you came home
last night from the game. Sadly, I'll be
busy at work today, but we can talk
tonight when I pick you up okay? Have
fun at your dance! Saranghae ♡︎"

I look to where my dress is hung up in my closet and my mask on the doorknob. Honestly, I don't even know if I wanna go to the dance tonight. Or maybe I should? To take my mind off things? Sigh. I don't know, I'll think about it. I climb onto my bed and slip the covers over me and I'm about to doze off when my phone suddenly rings— "🐻 𝗡𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗿 🐻" is on the screen. I muster up my courage and press the green button.

"G-good morning," I answer nervously.

"Morning..." Jongin replies.

And then we both just sit on the phone, completely quiet. Even though we aren't face to face with each other, the tension can still be felt. Finally, he speaks:

"We need to talk, I'm coming over."

"Wait wha—"

CLICK!

I sit on the edge of my bed staring at the black phone screen. Why does he want to come over? Oh no, I didn't creep him out when I admitted that I like him did I? About ten minutes pass and I hear the doorbell ring. I hop down the stairs and open the door to him standing there in PJ's and his light brown hair disheveled, as the bleach has begun wearing out. He looks adorable.

"We can go to my room," I propose. He simply nods and follows me up the stairs. When we get in my room, we sit on the edge of my bed, saying nothing and staring down at our feet.

I break the silence first. "Are you okay Jonginnie? You seemed pretty hurt."

"I'm okay Y/N, I just— uh, overexerted myself trying to fight him back," he explains. "But the real question is, are you okay?"